Bizang Bitches!
Eh, I dunno. I guess I'm a little excited because its FRIDAY AFTERNOON! WOO!
The next 62 hours are going to be bliss :)
I've been thinking about my situation and based on a few things Lukey said to me on wednesday night on the way to basketball (which we won after a shaky start) and I think leaving my job is probably the way to go. Lining up some decent freelance work and maybe a part-time job to fill in the gaps in income.
I've been thinking that the reason I'm so stressed is I know what I have to do, but I'm scared because I'll be moving outside of my protective bubble. A bubble made from routine, stability and comfort. I don't things to change because like most other people I'm afraid of change. I don't want to have to worry about where my next car payment is going to come from, or where Maddy and I are going to live because we can't pay rent.
But that's just the thing: at the moment I'm living, but I'm not alive.
Work shouldn't be this bad; you shouldn't roll over in the morning and have trouble physically getting out of bed because you hate work so much. People will always say that if people hate working somewhere so much, why don't they just quit? That's a bit rough, and if you haven't been in the position yourself you don't know how difficult it is making that kind of life decision.
I think it's time to take some action. It seems to be the trend; two people resigned today. One had only been here three weeks and said he couldn't handle to workload. Understandable, but very easy decision. The other has worked here a little longer than me (just over 5 years) and he has finally thrown in the towel because he can't stand working for the new Plant Manager (codenamed the choad).
Now that is a difficult decision to make. He has 2 kids, 2 cars a house etc, and he quit. Sure he has other work lined up, but leaving the stability of a job you've held for longer than 5 years is a big deal.
Quite inspiring actually.
Anyway, I probably should go, I will post more soon. :)
The next 62 hours are going to be bliss :)
I've been thinking about my situation and based on a few things Lukey said to me on wednesday night on the way to basketball (which we won after a shaky start) and I think leaving my job is probably the way to go. Lining up some decent freelance work and maybe a part-time job to fill in the gaps in income.
I've been thinking that the reason I'm so stressed is I know what I have to do, but I'm scared because I'll be moving outside of my protective bubble. A bubble made from routine, stability and comfort. I don't things to change because like most other people I'm afraid of change. I don't want to have to worry about where my next car payment is going to come from, or where Maddy and I are going to live because we can't pay rent.
But that's just the thing: at the moment I'm living, but I'm not alive.
Work shouldn't be this bad; you shouldn't roll over in the morning and have trouble physically getting out of bed because you hate work so much. People will always say that if people hate working somewhere so much, why don't they just quit? That's a bit rough, and if you haven't been in the position yourself you don't know how difficult it is making that kind of life decision.
I think it's time to take some action. It seems to be the trend; two people resigned today. One had only been here three weeks and said he couldn't handle to workload. Understandable, but very easy decision. The other has worked here a little longer than me (just over 5 years) and he has finally thrown in the towel because he can't stand working for the new Plant Manager (codenamed the choad).
Now that is a difficult decision to make. He has 2 kids, 2 cars a house etc, and he quit. Sure he has other work lined up, but leaving the stability of a job you've held for longer than 5 years is a big deal.
Quite inspiring actually.
Anyway, I probably should go, I will post more soon. :)
